Chapter 1- I Need Help

Hermione Granger would be the first to tell you that Albus Dumbledore was a brilliant wizard. Adding Spanish to the curriculum wasn't one of his better ideas, to say the least. For once in her life, Hermione wasn't the top of her class. Far from it, in fact. Her only hope to even pass the class was to ask help from the only one who truly understood Spanish, Draco Malfoy. This was no easy task in itself. But for Hermione, few things were more important than grades, and pride was not one of them.

She decided to ask him to tutor her when Spanish class was over. That gave her a good 45 minutes to think of a way to get him to help her. She was having a hard time thinking of ways to bribe him. She was willing to pay him, but Christmas was nearing and she needed to save her money. She could offer to help him in one of his classes, but as far as she knew there was nothing he was having trouble in. The only thing she could think of was to be his personal servant. Degrading? Yes, but if it could get her good grades, Hermione was willing.

When she had told Ron and Harry about her plans the night before, they both objected, as was to be expected. They offered to help her, but they were doing little better than her in the class, which she pointed out. She also pointed out that Draco had been acting more civil to all of them since Cedric's death. He liked to talk like he was big and bad, but in all truth he never wanted anyone to actually die. It also might have helped that Hermione and Harry were now prefects, as was Draco. After a long discussion and a fight between Hermione and Ron that consisted of something along the lines of "Fraternizing with the enemy" Harry and Ron finally agreed that if Draco could help Hermione bring up her grades then it was a good idea.

The bell rung and Hermione realized that she had spent the entire 45 minutes thinking about last night's events. 'No wonder I'm doing to bad in this class, I'm not even paying attention,' she thought. Her eye caught sight of the blond Slytherin leaving the classroom and she rushed to catch up with him.

"Hey Draco!" she called.

He turned back to see Hermione. "What?" he drawled. He no longer mocked her or called her names, but that didn't mean he was on friendly terms with the Gryffindor.

"I need help in Spanish. I...I was wondering if you could help me," she stuttered before finally getting her question out. He sure was intimidating.

"You need help in a class?" he asked. He gave a little laugh. 'I knew this was a bad idea,' Hermione thought. When Draco saw the look on Hermione's face he suddenly realized that she wasn't joking, she really did need help. "Oh, you're really serious," he said lamely.

"Of course I am."

A small knot of students was forming around them and only then did they realize that they were blocking the hallway. Draco quickly and swiftly dragged Hermione into the empty Charms classroom.

"What will you do for me?" Draco asked. Hermione's smiled to herself. If he was asking what he could get out of the deal then that meant he was actually considering it.

"I could...uhh...take care of stuff you don't want to do. Like clean your dorm and bring you stuff." Draco laughed.

"Like a servant? I don't think so. I already have a bunch of first-years doing that for me. I would like something more than just servant work from you." He smiled at the thought.

"Such as?" Hermione wasn't so sure she liked the sound of that.

"I'm not sure at the moment. But how about this- I help you with Spanish, my way mind you, and we'll work out the other part of the deal later."

"How do I know you won't make me do something horrible that isn't even worth the help you give me in Spanish?" she asked, a bit worried.

"Do you want my help or not?" Draco said, ignoring her question.


"Then trust me."

"Fine," Hermione grumbled. Her trusting a Malfoy, it was something she never thought possible. 'I don't like this. I don't like this at all,' thought Hermione, starring out the window.

Draco found himself happy about the fact that Hermione trusted him. No one had trust in him, and here his enemy was, putting her fate in his hands. The feeling in itself was rewarding enough to tutor her. But he would make her pay up later; he was going to make sure of that. Draco knew that if she had known what he was planning as payment she would have never agreed. 'Good thing she doesn't suspect a thing,' he thought. 'And she's supposed to be the smart one.'

He quietly slipped out of the classroom while Hermione was still looking out the window. When she finally looked back to where Draco had been she was surprised to find that he wasn't there. 'Just as well,' she thought. 'I have classes I have to get to.' When she looked at her watch she noticed that she was late for her next class, Potions. She bolted out the door, cursing under her breath.

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A/N- What do you think? Will develop into romance later. I'm starting to write again. Yay! Late night studying, swimming trips in the Prefect's bathroom with Draco and his well developed, muscular body and much more ahead. If that thought doesn't make you smile, I don't know what will. More updated possibly tomorrow. I would like to thank my Spanish teacher for boring me so much that I thought up all of this. Don't forget to review! ~Kori